The Carpenter's Sparrow

Before you were born

You were called by everything that seemed to fit the imprint of your future shadow

Curled up into a ball

More often than not words like


And Curator

Were caressed

Through your mother’s belly and into

Your dreaming ears

Sometimes they called you Globe

Other times World Devourer

Maybe Atlas on a good day.

When you were born

Your parents tried to condense these feelings into a name that was easier to pronounce than


They gave you a human name.

But do not let those seemingly ordinary syllables dictate your potential

You are a lifeboat made of smiles

And for all your oceans

You have not sunk just yet

So grab at life like it owes you

As if taking it in both your fists is the only way it will repay its debt to you

Use its shirt as a sail

Cast the…

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